Heroes

Listening to my CD's late at night In my room Classics Songs that molded impressionable children Full of life and passion Running hand in hand Through the pouring November rain Shaped a generation... The eternal art of legends Will all be forgotten Like you It makes me cry They are no longer with us I never got to meet my heroes People who influenced me so much And so many others I heard the news today, oh boy Bowie died and I cried I heard his final songs And I didn't sing along I did not interrupt I cried more than when my grandmother died David Jones is gone "Ground control to Major Tom.... " I heard the news today, oh boy And what did I find Eyedea is gone, his message left behind A true soul moved on To the void Drugs again... When will it all end I played his songs for hours Through the night I cried And I cried I cried more then when my mother died I felt nothing then And I moved on Forgotten... "The snow won't melt... The fog won't clear..." Oh how I wish you were here

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